The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 68: Viola Hill!

Chapter 68: Viola Hill!

Viola tilted her head, seeing how Fabio protected her from his mother. There was a slight frown on her face. She could protect herself if she wanted. She was going to step away before that hand reached her cheek. She won’t just stand and watch a woman, who is not her real mother hit her face.

Her mother, if she were alive, would also never hit her violently.

Fabio went ahead to threaten his mother, and she hoped he wasn’t doing all of this on her behalf.

Catherine took back her hand from her son’s grip.

"How could you say that? Why would you want to kill your own mother because of a girl? She’s going to steal everything that should be yours!"

"Listen to me, Catherine. I’m not going to accept that title from that old man. I don’t want to be part of any Mafia family, especially not this one. I’m a successful businesswoman in the States and hoping to spread my business around the world. Do you think I’ll abandon such, to remain here with a fake crown on my head? Think about it! No matter how much he begs, I’m not accepting that shit from him" She said and walked away, shoving them out of her way. She reached the door and paused as she remembered to add more words.

"Since I’m back in Russia, I might as well investigate my mother and brother’s death. If I find out you’re involved in both of them, Catherine. Consider yourself dead, woman" She wore a business smile and walked away.

Catherine’s heart was thumping hard in her chest. She staggered and fell on a chair.

’This witch is staying here. Why? How? I thought she was going to leave after today’s dinner. If she finds out... No, I can’t let her find out anything. Do I have to kill Eduardo?’

She thought to herself. Fabio slipped his hand into his pocket and groaned in frustration.

"I guess the dinner has been ruined, thanks to you, Mother. Well, I also agree with what Viola just said. If you’re responsible for Eduardo’s death, I’ll be the one to end your life" he smirked and walked away.

Catherine grabbed her chest and looked around. All she wanted to do was hide the truth so no one would ever find out, not her son, not Viola, not even her husband.

"Fuck!" She sent another set of plates to the floor again before stepping out.

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Viola locked the door of the room where she was staying. It was already cleaner than before since the maids cleaned it up while she was having dinner.

This room was old but it brought in a lot of fresh memories. It belonged to her mother. It was where her mother kept her things since she couldn’t keep them safely in the mistress room.

She loved art. She drew a lot of beautiful paintings. Her stepmother wanted to sell them, but Viola didn’t let her.

It’s the only thing her mother left behind. She walked to the bed and dropped her phone before taking off her clothes. She tied her hair into a ponytail and was left with a bra when she heard her phone ringing.

She took her eyes off her reflection and grabbed the phone.

"Hey, Aunty", she greeted.

"Viola! Your uncle and I have been trying to reach you for ages, is everything going well over there? Are you sure you don’t want us to come visit?" Her mother’s younger sister asked through the phone. It was the same person who saved her and took her away from the Ivanov estate before they turned her into a mess.

She has been living with them in the United States since her aunty married an American. They chose to adopt her, and she accepted it since she didn’t have anything to lose. She changed her last name to Hill and started acting like their daughter. Even if she was adopted by them, she didn’t stop calling her aunty, aunty.

"Everything is fine over here", she replied, and her aunty heaved a breath of relief.

"That’s a good thing. I was worried about you," she spoke in a soft voice.

"You don’t have to. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself. And also, you shouldn’t be thinking too much in that condition of yours. You’re pregnant, Aunty" Viola walked to the small balcony and allowed the fresh wind to hit her face.

"Even if I’m pregnant, I’m as stable as a horse"

"Very funny aunty"

They both laughed before her aunt spoke again.

"I know you won’t be coming back soon. Your father must have called you for a reason"

"You’re right, the old man did call me here for a reason. However, he’s not the reason I’m staying here. I’m going to uncover the secret behind my mother and brother’s death. I’m sure that woman is responsible for everything"

"Be careful over there, Viola. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out to me"

"Yes, Aunty. Goodnight"

"It’s afternoon over here. Anyway, sleep well and stay away from that pervert. If he tries to touch you, just break his dick. We’ll talk about the damage later"

"Yes, Aunty" Viola laughed and disconnected the call. The smile on her face disappeared slowly. She kissed the phone and went back into the room. She threw the phone back on the bed and opened the old wardrobe in the room. It was filled with old-fashioned dresses, but they were still beautiful and well-maintained.

She took one of the flower-patterned dresses, which was her mother’s favourite. There was a red paint stain on it, but no one would know since the dress had rose patterns on it.

Viola remembered she was the one who stained the dress when she was little. Her mother just carried Viola in her arms, giving her the attention she was seeking.

The pure smile on her mother’s face was still in her head. Her mother got into an arranged marriage with their father when she was just twenty years old. Her husband never loved her. He only treated her as a tool to make an heir. After they had Eduardo and Viola, he didn’t want anything to do with her again since he had his heir already. He took care of Eduardo so much but never had much time for Viola.

He only took care of her whenever she was with Eduardo. When their mother died, he brought in his lover, who also had a child with another man. Due to his new wife and new son, he neglected both Eduardo and Viola.

Viola shook her head, trying to forget the painful memories.

"All of this is his fault!" She grumbled.

"Whose fault?"

She shrieked in fear when she heard a familiar voice whispering into her ear. The dress she was holding fell on the floor, exposing the bra she was wearing.

"You... How did you fucking get in here?"